Under House Arrest
I wear a headband of police tape. My brain is a crime scene. Sometimes I say what I don’t think or think what I don’t mean. My memory’s a jukebox full of skipping forty-fives. Too … Read more
I wear a headband of police tape. My brain is a crime scene. Sometimes I say what I don’t think or think what I don’t mean. My memory’s a jukebox full of skipping forty-fives. Too … Read more